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In the City there’s a thousand things I want to say to you

After time alone and in silence it’s late Saturday morning and time to step out into the City. To tell you a few things and to take some photographs.

Out of the house and across The Mystery.

Through the gates onto Fir Lane.

And round to the bus stop to catch the 79 into town.

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2016: A year in 30 photographs

A selection from the several thousand photographs I’ve taken this year for this blog. Taken all together they tell one story of the year. Not a definitive one, more of a meander as you might expect.

In a year that’s been turbulent in so many ways it’s been good to have this blog to come home to. A quiet place to reflect and to tell some stories. Stories of ordinary days and determined people, trying to make our part of the world a better and fairer place.

A frame round the sky. At Rotunda in Kirkdale

A frame round the sky. At Rotunda in Kirkdale

The new stand at Anfield rising in the January fog.

The new stand at Anfield rising in the January fog.

Reflection of the new Royal.

Reflection of the new Royal.

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A Saturday Smithdown Stroll

dsc07535“Just off for a Saturday Smithdown Stroll” I say to Sarah as I’m leaving the house. “Oh that means records then” she perceptively replies. “It might?” I mutter, and as you can see it does. But more of that later.

We are in the days of dwindling light now.

We are in the days of dwindling light now.

When the sun is barely bothering to rise.

When the sun is barely bothering to rise.

And so I'm grateful for the Wavertree Christian Fellowship's twinkling tree.

And so I’m grateful for the Wavertree Christian Fellowship’s twinkling tree.

With Coming Home dominating my weeks, now I’ve stepped back from pretty much everything else I was involved in, I like to spend my weekends doing hardly anything beyond  walking around, reading, listening to music – and quietly observing life, as I will today.  Continue reading

Early Morning Mystery

I woke up early and got up early this morning. And on a beautiful blue day was soon out with my camera in The Mystery. Sounds dramatically philosophical, but it’s actually what we all call the park near to our house.

The Mystery.

The Mystery.

Wavertree, L15.

Wavertree, L15.

It’s a gently sloping hill and near the top of it is a patch of wildflowers.

With bees in the thistles.

With bees in the thistles.

Though many of the flowers are turning to seeds now.

Though many of the flowers are turning to seeds now.

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Walking to Create

After a few years away a much loved Liverpool business is once again a high street presence in Liverpool.

Welcome back Create.

Welcome back Create.

Back open since November on Prescot Road, Old Swan, Create was one of Liverpool’s original social enterprises from its founding in 1995. Sarah and I did a lot of work with them over the years and became particular friends with their longest serving Chief Executive Greg Walker.

Create worked on white goods – cookers, fridges, freezers and washing machines. Recycling some and supplying them at good affordable prices to people who needed them the most. More particularly though they helped people with their lives, training and employing many hundreds in the end, from their base then in Speke, and with Create shops all over Merseyside.

But we’ll pick up their story when we get there, because today we’re walking to the new Create.

Off across The Mystery on a deeply blue morning.

Off across The Mystery on a deeply blue morning.

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Wandering About: Down to the River

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A day of reflections.

Having walked a fair bit of North Liverpool then South Liverpool in the last two days it didn’t take a genius or even me to work out today’s ‘Walking About’ route, the middle. Roughly from here in Wavertree, through L7 and L1 to the River. Let’s go.

Out across the Mystery.

Out across the Mystery.

Reflecting as I start out on a third walk in three days that there are some times when I need a lot of time on my own. Not in a melancholy way, but I don’t want to be inside and I have an elemental need to walk, alone.

The inbound London train crosses a 79D bus on Picton Road.

The inbound London train crosses a 79D bus on Picton Road.

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